The Battle (3)

The masked person shot through the sky, his figure streaking like a shadow across the clouds. As he reached the range of the battlefield, he bypassed a town—its aura weak and trembling. Countless fragile signatures drifted from within, though a few stronger presences lingered. Still, to him… they were mere weaklings.

As he neared the site of the clash, the violent fluctuations abruptly ceased. A subtle smile curved his lips.

He had been discovered.

He no longer bothered hiding himself—that truth alone made it inevitable.

Drakion and the Five Element Dragon raised their gazes as they sensed the approach. An unknown figure now floated above, high in the sky.

His hair was split—half golden, half black, flowing like threads of fate torn between creation and destruction. His eyes were unsettling: reddish white and blackish white, glowing with profound mystery.